The wind paddles
Rotating in a gentle wind
Seem as time wheel until
We recognize: Nothing
Spontaneously being that
Paddle and wind and sunshine..
When we omit Nothing as
Most tend to do
Time asserts its grasp...
Conversations display variations seeming as
Splitting wholeness..prismatic they are..joyful
Prismatically..without attachment.. as
Wholeness appears as glorious variety..
However..there is the attachment thing..the golden calf
Hiding the whole..hatching rancor and stomach knots..
World history thus resuming in each conversation..
All of this seems so..until we kinda back away:
Prismatic joy and golden calf..a storied split..
Are still wholeness appearing as this and that..
We start with word1 and word2..
Word1 points to that beyond explanation
Word2 embraces many qualities..to get along..
Knowing only word2 is our conventional way..
Word2 people are often disgruntled..scrambling
For a better word..in seeming promising places..
But alas..they find no better word..it seems
Word2 will have to do..until a whisper in a
Cloud of frustration retorts: your search is
For word1..but heed this: your freedom is:
Word1 being word2...
The conspiracy bent..
Lives seem twisted and separations canyons..
Apocalyptic schedules have passed disappointing..
Family dysfunctions rampant and searing..
The suffering implodes..strong triggers are these
Begging the discovery of..simply appearance..the
Passing of jagged dark stories..which have
Managed to transport to oily blackness..
Invitations issued for a nighttime dance...
Seem as embedded beliefs
Hijacking the owner from
Not unlike a religious belief
Wedded to a proscriptive plan
Provided institutionally with
All appearances these..as
Nothing at all..coming home...
In Washington, rioters, inflamed by unfounded allegations of a stolen election, had stormed the Capitol leaving five dead and triggering the impeachment of a president. Far from Washington, the falsehoods that had whipped so many into a frenzy were wreaking a different sort of chaos; one that was tearing families apart.
Family members spoke of their loved ones as if they were cult members or drug addicts, sucked in by social media companies and self-serving politicians who warped their views of reality. They begged and bargained with parents and partners to put down their phones for just a few days in the hope that the spell might be interrupted and they might return to their old selves.
A woman in Chattanooga, Tenn., was just days away from moving out of the house she and her partner bought five years earlier. “I feel like I’m in a twisted black mirror episode that’s lasting WAY too long,” she wrote. “I feel hopeless that we will ever get back to the beautiful life we shared in our lovely home.”
A woman in Palm Beach, Fla., had gone two weeks without speaking to her mother and was starting to wonder if the rift was irreparable. “I grieve for her every day as if she is dead,” she wrote.
A teenager in Annapolis, Md., worried that she no longer “knew” her father. “I’ve come to the breaking point,” she confessed. “My heart goes out to everyone else in this situation. It really sucks.”
Tyler, alone in his bedroom, read many of the new posts, hoping that they would help him make sense of his mother’s beliefs. Sometimes it felt as if every conversation with his mom and her new husband circled back to Trump-related conspiracies.
~~The Washington Post